Tear myself open

You tell me not to open myself up,
And bleed the pain.
You tell me not to inhale the smoke,
And exhale the stress.
You tell me not to take in the high,
And let out the depression.
You think you know what is good for me.
You say you care.
You say you love me.
Your male. Of course you don't love me.
You will just hurt me.
For the moment I'll just let you control,
Every single aspect of my life.
And I'll hope you are true.
For I will put up with anything,
Just to be with you.